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Midnight Robber dances again

A traditional mas Christmas Dara E Healy “I am the Pierrot With word skills fuh so I am an orator from long ago And bonjay, I could fight too! Me and my band of pierrot Claim we space We defy colonial masters And take over the place With we bois and speech We safeguard we culture Something forgotten By this midnight robber Well, is Christmas time And he in difficulty Let we see if he go remember Who he really supposed to be The protector of we community.” MIDNIGHT ROBBER stood in the alley blowing his whistle, making halting steps. It was 3 am and the pale yellow of the street lights cast eerie shadows. “Boy, hush with that noise, nah!” A gallery light flicked on. The neighbours were used to his behaviour when he couldn’t sleep. Normally, his sessions would only last until he worked out whatever was troubling him. was troubling him. But this time was different. Michael the Midnight Robber had lost his ability to dance. It happened some months ago. He was liming with friends, some he knew from schooldays. They moved in a pack, holding up people, sometimes demanding money from shoppers or breaking into houses. It started as a joke, but then Tony, or Gold Teet, as everybody called him, started to escalate. He and J, his on-and-off girlfriend, challenged the others to steal cars, rob groceries; they even beat up an elderly man and stole his pension. After they left the elderly man for dead, they ran laughing to one of their spots, an old abandoned building in a rundown part of the community. Although J was still in school, Michael discovered she was part of a network of criminals with access to drugs, guns and more. As they were counting the money, J took out a gun, a 9mm pistol. The others oohed and ahhed when they saw it, passing it around, brandishing it. “This real sick, J,” said Maljoe. J passed the gun seductively over her body. “Robber, hold it, nah. Hold a real gun.” Soon after, Michael got a job to entertain children for a Christmas party. He blew his whistle and gave a speech he had written about being honest and kind. But when it was time to turn and twirl, his body refused to respond. Soon, his inability to dance started to affect his writing and, finally, his sleep. The sun started to come up. Michael felt defeated. He walked to the little creek at the edge of the community. He sighed heavily, took off his hat and lay down on his back. He closed his eyes and, for the first time in months, he slept. Then he heard a noise. Standing in front of him was Tiny, his mother’s cousin, who stood over six feet. Uncle Tiny was one of a long line of midnight robbers in the family. Seeing photos of him in costume had inspired Michael. “What you doing, boy? You trying to disgrace me or what?" Michael tried to speak, but Uncle Tiny cut him off. “That hat you wearing, you don’t even know it come from royalty in Yorubaland. "Allyuh traditional masqueraders don’t like to read about the ting. A lady call Miss Warner-Lewis say how the most important guests in a Orisha Festival in Nigeria does wear the hat with the fringes. She even say that dem hats is what Egba chiefs from the Ogboni society does wear.” Uncle Tiny talked for a long time about the warriorhood and meaning behind the midnight robber masquerade. About how the dance of the midnight robber could also be found amongst certain peoples in South Africa. Eventually, he convinced Michael to stop running with the gang and focus on healing and protecting his community through the masquerade. Michael told his mother about the conversation with Uncle Tiny. She sat down by the kitchen table. “Chile, Uncle Tiny dead ’bout ten years now. I hope he convince you to change yuh ways. God knows ah trying.” Michael put on his midnight robber costume, his cape and hat – gently touching the fringes. He hung the whistle around his neck but left the toy gun. It was Christmas Eve and the children were outside. He blew his whistle and began to spin and spin until he disappeared into a cloud of dust. The children stopped playing and gazed at the majestic midnight robber. They had never seen anything as wonderful. Dara E Healy is a performing artist and founder of the Indigenous Creative Arts Network – ICAN The post Midnight Robber dances again appeared first on Trinidad and Tobago Newsday.